I want you to stay.
Like the old coins and bread crumbs,
I want to find you tucked between my couch cushions
when the rain has me so lonely,
Go looking for you in the only place I know you'll be.
You are hand knit and fresh brewed.
All wool socks and tattoos.
You are small town pretty,
a lighthouse in an old Texas dust bowl.
You are long road rest stop,
dark sky and bright stars.
You are peace and true quiet,
The place I leave my permanence
when I feel held down by this life of hiding.
You are the body I call home,
So when I drive too far to turn back
I don't feel gone, just drifted.
You have built entire lives on the idea of running,
Entire families on the absence of home.
Can the open road really hold you like
those couch cushions could?
Of course it would if you'd let it.,
Of course Iwouldif you'd let me.
Quit hiding so hard.
Just let it happen like it always will.
I want you to stay,
because I don't wanna have to go...!!
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All About Life
PoetryIt cannot be ignored that we come to know about life by various ways..be it practically or while reading. Here, I am not only to inspire you but also share my feelings or I may say my interest. While if you get inspired by my poems about life I.e. a...
